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Friday, 24 February 2017

Theirs: Found and Claimed ~ by Ashe Barker

They bring her back to life but can they keep her?

Blurb:

When
they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last
thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in
need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their
ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

After
she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on
her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens
from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her
health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her
fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

Knowing
that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please
if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to
be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her
desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her
handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

Though
Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally
fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them
completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her
passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she
discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the
men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes
spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy
this book.

Luca
continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his
footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my
apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I
have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my
shoulder.

“Come
around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”

I
appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand
in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The
sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His
hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral
plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our
databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest,
disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow
me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought
evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of
his cock.

I
believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a
bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian
females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it
is impossible.

“Llianna,
are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as
slow as you need.”

I shake
my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”

“Too
what?” presses Luca.

“Too
big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”

Both
males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not
have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.

“Trust
us, this is going to be just fine.”

Luca’s
assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow.
The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.

“Llianna,
I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”

“No, no,
please, do not do this.”

“Honey,
nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust
us and give this a try.”

“Human
females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?

“No,
they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”

His
voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before,
neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible.
Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust
him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little
choice, really. What is the alternative?

“You
will stop, if I ask you to?”

“Absolutely,”
affirms Luca.

Sylvan
echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow,
and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to
turn over now?”

I gulp,
pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.

Luca is
gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the
pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your
hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”

I do as
he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for
inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring.
I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.

“Gorgeous
tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses
them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers
as he squeezes.

“It is
sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the
trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm
and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.

“Good.
So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”

“That is
correct.”

“Okay…”

“But, I
do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females,
older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”

“Spread
your legs, Llianna.”

About Ashe Barker

USA Today
Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a
variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage,
gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories
feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink
abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut
lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and
her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

I think I have approaching fifty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well, and one paranormal so far. Theirs : Found and Claimed is my third sci-fi and I love writing in this genre.

What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand to help with the creative vocabulary. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.

Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.

Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.